Saguaro looked like any other dusty, baking-hot desert town when Lane Sauer stepped off the stage coach and looked around. But Sauer knew that this town was different. His brother had disappeared here, and Sauer had come all the way from Texas to find out how and why. He figured it wouldn't be hard. He had his gun--until he found it had been stolen. He had a money belt full of gold--until that was taken, too. Now Lane Sauer had only his bare hands and naked rage to break through this hell-hole's silence about his missing brother . . . and make it cry for mercy from his blood vengeance.